Friday, July 13, 2007

Thank you, Mom and Dad

... For teaching me to appreciate classical music when I was a boy.

Because you played the music of the masters in our home, because you loved it, I learned to love it.

That is why I drove thirty miles tonight of my own volition to be swallowed up in the great old architecture of a church, rich with history, gorgeous with stained glass windows, and listen to soprano Sarah M. render Handel, DuParc, Schumann, Strauss and Purcel.

She sang with an angel's voice and it was worth the traffic and worth skipping dinner to get there on time.

3 comments:

heartinsanfrancisco said...

What a lovely evening. I'm so happy for you. There is nothing like such glorious music to make us realize that there is indeed more to life than it sometimes seems.

eastcoastdweller said...

Thank You, Heart, I agree. I'm going to make a point to pay more attention to these events -- churches and universities have them all the time, for free or almost free.

And an exposure to the music of the ages, IMHO, should be as basic to childrearing as teaching the use of fork and spoon.

It doesn't have to be all that one listens to -- my folks also loved the Beatles, Elvis, Simon and Garfunkel and country -- but it should be part.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

My father was a pianist, so I heard classical music from the day I was born.

They also took us to Broadway shows, and I knew all the musical numbers by heart.

I was introduced to jazz as a teen at Birdland by a friend who knew Dizzy Gillespie. My parents had no use for rhythm & blues, but it also formed me in major ways.

I couldn't agree more that a home and a life w/o music would be quite deprived, regardless of ones ability with cutlery.